Cold hidden hands holding each other under
        a plaid fleece blanket. . .
Pinkies latching for just a second down
        the cereal aisle. . .
Chests pressing an overdue hug between
        the backs of library books. . .
Shadows snuggling in the back row of
        the dark movie theater. . .
Lips kissing censored by the rain on
        the fogged windshield. . .
And because we’re two men in love, living out
        these innocent acts,
Such displays are still too public for
        you.